Under Control/Joshler

9.

Josh's pov:
I wake up with Tyler beneath my arms, snuggled tightly to the side of my body. I take one glimpse around the room: his shopping bags are sprawled across the room, the drawers have been ripped open with some contents on the floor and a pillow has somehow ended up down the side of the bed. I can tell last night was a good night. 

Once I'm out of bed, I roughly tidy the room, making it look less of a bomb site. In only my boxers, I make a coffee with the early morning sun beaming through the window, shining on the work tops. I feel two arms sneak around my waist and a warm body being pressed against mine. "Morning, Kitten" my tired, raspy voice croaks. He nuzzles his head into my back as he hugs me tighter, "G'morning". We exchange a sweet morning kiss despite our morning breath. "How did you sleep?" I ask as I stroke and play with his hair. "Great" he smirks, of course he slept well after being worn out last night.

He perches up on the counter and kicks his legs gently back and forth. "Coffee?" I offer but he declines, "I'm gonna have some egg and soldiers for protein" he decides instead, him and this diet. "Get the eggs out the fridge and I'll make them" this time he accepts my offer. I leave him to get what he wants out for breakfast and I run a shower, to wash away all the remains from last night. "Oh, could you put these in the cupboard?" I spot the doughnuts on the coffee table from yesterday and put them in the kitchen to be put away. "And no eating them yet!" I mess with him about yesterday, when he kept eating doughnuts instead of his actual dinner. "Why would I? I'm on a diet-I'm on a diet!".

Curses and havoc rises from the kitchen. "How many were in here?" Tyler holds the doughnut box tightly in his hands before me. "Twelve?" I am confused. "I've ate..." he counts the number of doughnuts in left the box, "5! Why didn't you stop me?!" he turns pale in the face. "Why-what's wrong? But, you wanted them!" I watch him as he scuttles back to the kitchen and he flips the box and starts reading the the information. He mumbles under his breath as he reads and his eyes occasionally widen and his jaw drops, "290 calories PER DONUT!!" he rapidly counts on his fingers then he puts his head in his hands. "Are you sure you didn't eat any?" he asks me, his breath sounds shaky. "No, I never got a chance to" there's a concerning silence between us. He chews on his fingernails just staring into space. "That's near enough 1000 calories", "...And?" I don't think I'm getting quite the full picture here. "And? Don't you think that's disgusting? 1000 calories of pure chocolate and diabetes??". Before I even think about answering, he storms past me and into the bedroom.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me" I am as clueless as a frog taking a bath right now. I watch him change into a pair of joggers and a loose fitting top. "I said I was going to eat clean, not have any slip ups and look. How pathetic am I" he says aloud with confidence. "First off, it's normal to have cheat days with a diet, secondly, you had a healthy dinner so it makes up for it", "Ugh, don't mention the mac and cheese. Straight up carbs" he totally dismisses what I said. "Where're you going?" he snatches his phone from the bedside table and walks past me, "Gym", "Shouldn't you eat first?", "No" the slam of the door ends that conversation. Trying to compromise with Tyler is like trying to get Hamilton and Burr to settle their 30 years of disagreements: impossible.

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Tyler's pov:
I kinda feel like a let down. Like, I missed an entire day of working out. That's a lot of calories I could've been eliminating.

I run for an hour taking a longer route than usual until I reach the gym. I'm breathless and sweaty but I'm not phased by it. I eye around the gym, to see what machines are free and how many people are in. Surprisingly, not many people. Just a handful of moms who look like they're for yoga. I start off on the running machine starting with a slow jogging pace. I note how many calories I burnt on my way here, so I can add that to my final burn count.